Your Body, My Temple

Your Body, My Temple

Your body is a temple veiled in divinity,
A shrine where my prayers unravel into want,
Each curve a hymn, each shadow a psalm,
Yet I kneel not in purity, but in flames.

This sanctuary seduces and consumes,
Where worship collides with forbidden desires.
"Hallelujahs" drip like honey from my lips,
But they rise as fervent cries of hunger.

I trace your altar with trembling hands,
A disciple lost to hallowed sin.
Oil anoints us; thick, fragrant, and raw,
Turning devotion into a carnal sacrament.

Here, I bow, enraptured and undone,
Lifting you higher, piercing the heavens.
And when I leave, I am not absolved,
But baptized in the sweetness of our transgression.